Walking Alone 🌶

A few drinks in started to make me feel a little spicy. The drink I had on the plane had worn off by the time we arrived, and the wet spot in my pants had dried, but I was ready to forget Adrian and get my party on.

Ready to see what this resort has to offer the single ladies.

I got off my bar stool and headed for the dance floor. It did not take long for a couple to come up to me. They were one of the hottest couples here, and the woman offered her husband to me.

“Oh, I cannot possibly take your husband.”, I put my arms up in surrender.

“It is okay, babe. I like to sit back and watch him with other women.”, she winked at me as she walked away.

“Do not worry about her. She is having fun, I promise.”, dark eyes hooked on mine as his accent was a sweet melody in my ears.

This was a new concept for me. I do not think I would ever let my man dance with another woman. And I would hope that my man would feel the same way.

He cupped my chin, “Bonita, bailar conmigo!”.

His words ran through my ears like silk. Smooth words as he rolled his tongue. My body reacted to his voice as if he were not married. This was so wrong, but it felt right in this moment.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

“Oh, I do not know how to dance.”, I said nervously.

“It is okay, Bonita. Follow my lead and let your body move with mine.”, his hands spun me around.

His wife sat watching as he danced with me. He knew how to move his body, and it was very sensual. I could only describe it as sex on the dance floor. It felt as if we were committing adultery.

He tried to teach me, but I could not grasp the concept. He placed his hands on my hips and helped me move my body in ways I did not know I could. Controlling my movements and using his body to lead mine.

It was fun, but my mind kept thinking about Adrian. I was not open to what he and his wife had hopes for, so I needed to break away. Breaking his hold after a few dances with hugs was easy, and I needed to find Jen.

She had wandered off. I walked around the resort looking for her, but I came up empty-handed. She was wild enough to leave the party with someone.

I was not too worried, but I did send her a quick text. She replied, telling me she would meet me back in the room in about 30 minutes, so I decided to stroll around the resort.

I found a little path that went down to the beach. It was beautiful and dark. The moonlight was bright enough to see the whites of the crashing waves.

I closed my eyes as I walked barefoot toward the water, taking in the salty breeze. I could taste the salt in my mouth as my skin became sticky. The sand between my toes sent a comforting sensation up my legs.

I had to remove my jacket to keep cool in the night air. I tied it around my waist to free my hands. I walked to place my feet in the water and glide my hands along the waves. I wondered if guests were allowed to skinny dip here.

There was no one around to tell me that I could not. The alcohol was helping me relax and live a little more spontaneously. At that moment, I felt tranquil. If I died tonight, then I would be happy and at peace.

I was not here long before I felt the heated gaze, a familiar feeling. Adrian was eyeing my body again. It was as if he were touching my every curve with a fiery hand. I could follow his gaze because it seemed to move over my body, as if his eyes controlled a flame within me. I knew he had to be watching me from somewhere close.

I had so many questions that I asked myself. How could he know where I was? Was he stalking me now? Where is he? What does he look like? Will I ever see him again? Will I ever enjoy myself again?

Turning around in all directions, but I could not see him. It was too dark. I might be going crazy too. I have had a lot to drink.

I decided to make my way back to the villa. Jen would be worried if I was not there when she got back. I followed the same little path back, walking a little slower now, out of anticipation.

Adrian’s burning gaze was still on me.

I was surrounded by landscape and did not feel I needed to run away. I highly doubt Adrian intends to hurt me. He never made me feel like I was in danger, but the mystery behind him did make me nervous. He was a wild card, and I was still unsure how it would play out.

Before I reached the lit path, I was grabbed and pulled into the trees. A large, firm hand covered my mouth. A familiar scent and a sexual heat that I could not deny. It was definitely Adrian. His touch was enough to arouse me.

Before I got a glance at his face, he spun me around. My chest was against a tree, and his chest was flush with my backside. He stood tall, maybe 6’ 2’’, and was unearthly strong.

He spun me around with one arm while the other hand was in my hair. He used the grip in my hair to pull my head back towards him. Looking at the stars, I could not catch a glimpse of him. I was turned on, and he could tell.

“Shhh, if you do not want this, all you have to do is say no, and I will stop.”, how classic.

His words took me back to the plane and a memory of heated pleasure.

“Adrian, what are you doing? You cannot stalk me and keep grabbing me like that!”, I snarled.

“I followed you after the airport. To ensure the cabbie did not try to take two girls to a slave house. Then when I saw where he was taking you, I had to come to see you.”, his voice was possessive.

“I am allowed to vacation, you know?” I was not giving in to him.

He paused to nestle his nose in my neck.

“Why are you here? Do you know what this place is and what can happen to you here?”, he whispered his concerns.

It was more controlling than it was sincere.

“My best friend brought me here to lighten my spirits. I had no clue where we were going.”, I said as he planted kisses up my neck to nibble on my ear.

A moan escaped my lips.

“Jenny is the party animal, and I am sure she had no ill intentions. This is a sex club, and I noticed that the second we got here and saw everyone playing naked pinball.”, I smarted off.

“Then you need to leave and come with me. I will put you up in my hotel tonight.”, he replied.

“Your hotel? What? Do you own it?”, my smart mouth ran wild.

“I have a lot of business ventures in many countries, but when I am here, I stay at a hotel down the street.”, he said as he ran his hand down to grab a handful of my ass.

“Why are you here then?”, curious at this point about what a man like him is doing stalking me.

“I wanted to ensure you were safe, and I am ready to fuck you out of my system. It is not safe here.”, he tried to order me.

“No thanks, Adrian. I am a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Besides, I came here to drink and get laid. I have sampled your fingers, so I will pass on the rest.” I replied with as much sass as I could muster, with my body pressed against a tree.

“I know you want more. I can tell you are dripping wet for me. And I dare a man to lay a hand on you-” he started, but was soon cut off.

“Or what, Adrian? I am not yours. You finger-banged me in the dark stall of a first-class flight. We are not a couple, and you do not own me. I have not had sex since I separated from my husband, so I am just here looking for a good time.”. There was that post-divorce rage that I had suppressed.

As he pressed his erection against my back and ran his hand up and around to my chest, he exclaimed, “Ex-husband! " and a whimper escaped my lips as my knees buckled.

“If you want a good fuck, I will give that to you here and now. I do not get serious or fall in love.”, his voice was so sure of himself.

He cupped my left breast with one hand and ran his other to the band of my leggings. Running his thumb over my core through my leggings, I felt myself getting wet again. He moved his hand back up and started to reach under my waistband.

Before he could do what he wanted with my body, my mind spoke one word that my body did not agree with, “No”.

I did not utter another word, and before I could catch my breath and turn around to see his face, he was gone. Taking a dark path through the woods. All I could see was the shadow of his figure.

I gasped for air. My lungs felt heavy, and my heart was racing.

I walked alone back to the villa, slightly disappointed in myself for not allowing myself to live and enjoy life. Also, proud of myself for standing up for myself. I slowly realize that I am in control of my own life.